Fid. [Within.] God give you joy, Master Careless! God give your ladyship joy, my Lady Wild!
Wid. What did the fellows say? God give me joy?
Plea. As I live, I think so.
Fid. God give you joy, Mistress Pleasant Wild!
Wid. This is my nephew: I smell him in this knavery.
Plea. Why did they give me joy by the name of Mistress Wild? I shall pay dear for a night's lodging if that be so; especially lying alone. By this light, there is some knavery afoot.
[All the company confused without, and bid God give them joy.
Jolly. Rise, rise, for shame; the year's afore you.
Capt. Why, Ned Wild; why, Tom, will you not rise and let's in? What, is it not enough to steal your wedding overnight, but lock yourselves up in the morning too? All your friends stay for points here, and kisses from the brides.
Wild. A little patience! you'll give us leave to dress us?